Galeria de Bianca Ferreira

So much for that quiet stool I promised you — the fair down the boardwalk just went daily till the end of the month. Closed the bar, and this is how I'm unwinding before the crowds come back. Still up with me?

Training left my legs shaking and the bay's already strung with buoys and bike racks for the triathlon — this whole stretch is about to get more athletic than me for a day. Still catching my breath out here. Tell me honestly, are you coming to watch the swimmers?

Fences are down, cups are bagged, and my stretch of boardwalk finally belongs to me again. Legs are wrecked but the bar made it through — first calm morning in days. Want me to save you a stool for the quiet week?

Festival takes over my whole street in a few hours and my body will not switch off. This either fixes it or makes it so much worse — want to find out which?

Pacific Beachfest takes over my whole stretch of sand tomorrow, so tonight I'm hosing down the back deck while it's still mine. Got completely soaked doing it and I'm not even sorry. Last quiet evening for a while — coming to find me in the crowd?

They started fencing off the boardwalk for the beach festival and my bar is right in the blast radius, so I'm inside doing prep in the least practical outfit I own. Tell me honestly — are you coming for the drinks or the view?

Bar's been closed for an hour and the guitar finally won the argument with sleep. Tell me something worth playing.

The whole crew went to the fall fest without me, so I'm home alone doing absolutely nothing useful with my afternoon. Would you have stayed behind with me?

Snuck in a swim at Vacation Isle before the island festival swallowed the whole beach, and now I'm walking into a crowd of thousands still dripping like this. Be honest — would you stare?

Dragon boat drums are shaking the whole bay and half the paddlers in the city just landed at my bar. Mid-rush, apron soaked, still smiling though. Whose team are you on?